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Feb 2015
a blank whisper in the dark
smooth finger tips
no face to recall
that's where you are now
a place where I can barely remember your touch
a place where your face no longer exists
your image fell into an abyss with everything I suppress
your love shattered long ago
that's where you are
my heart was never yours to have
my body was never yours to touch
our kisses simply stolen but the thought of being thieves aroused us
but that was so long ago
I've forgotten your taste
your scent
but I have not forgotten you
Mo Rojas
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Mo Rojas  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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